Apparently, I have written over 500 posts here on DAMSWriter. Wowee! This blog started out as The Daily Woman shortly after I got sober in 2006 and then become a few other things before I watched a video of Jeff Goins regarding branding.
So, I took a page out of his book and named my blog DAMSWriter. So, here I am over 500 posts later and still not where I want to be, but making deliberate steps to be where I want to be by pretending I am already there.
When I hear the word pedigree, I don’t think of family, or genealogy, or inherited traits. I think of dog food. Whether it is for pedigree dogs or not is irrelevant, but being called Pedigree implies that it is the best dog in town.
I want my blog to be the best blog in town. I want my books to be the best books in town. I want to have to wear sunglasses on an overcast day because if I don’t, people will recognize me. And hey, that is cool and all, but not when I am trying to go to Walmart to buy some soap (hey, famous people need simple things, too).
When I think of pedigree, I think of things that are so pure and pristine that even the biggest microscope could not pinpoint a single flaw in any of it. Bah, now that’s just insane.
Truthfully, I am having a hard time coming up with anything substantial to write these past weeks (if you regularly follow this blog, you may have had an inkling of this based on content) and I am pretending that it isn’t freaking me out. My mind is always turning and sadly, most of it is nothing useful. LOL, I am working on that, too.
Change the way you think and you change the way you feel.
I am giving everything to my higher power and going about my days. ❤ I have faith that everything is going exactly the way it is supposed to go. Because, if it were going any other way, it wouldn’t be my life.
What do you think of when you hear the word pedigree? Do you think of family? Royalty? Pristine things? Dog food?